Chapter 3 Lets Arrange a Plan

"Granger"

"Excuse me?"

"Granger, Hermione Granger isn't it?"

"Do I know you?"

(He was going to fall for this, he is too damn predictable)

"Yes, I believe you do…or, you did"

He pulled up a chair

"I see"

"What an interesting book you have there"

I then glanced down to see what I was reading and to my absolute horror, I realised I was reading the Kama Sutra.

"Never knew you were into that kind of stuff Granger"

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Mr….?"

"Mr. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, I like my lattes with skim milk and shaken, not stirred"

"Malfoy, Malfoy…where do I know that name from…"

He smirked. Goddamit, I thought we would be over that. He bloody well smirked. He hasn't changed a bit.

"You smirked"

"I thought you would now remember me"

"Now, please, why are you talking to me?"

"Because I like you Granger, I always have"

"Sure"

"What are you doing here anyway Granger, don't you have a job to go to, a boyfriend…friends?"

"You killed my friends" I sneered

"I see, you remember me now"

"How could I forget?"

"Join me for dinner sometime"

"We only just met"

He smirked at my…joke

"Well you see Granger, I find you quite interesting. I believe that you and I could get on quite well"

"Get it on where, face to face or hip to hip?"

"Funny, Granger, Funny"

"I'll tell you what, Malfoy. Meet me here same time tomorrow and then we will see where we go from there?"

"Sounds like we have a plan?"

Don't I know it Malfoy, don't I know it.

"Yes, a plan"

He then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and turned and walked out the door. He was the same arrogant prick. He always will be. As soon as he was out of sight I wiped his small trace of saliva off my cheek. Goddamb him for being so cute. Goddamb him for being irresistible. You see, I can play my part. What my body language and facial expressions say are never the truth.

Deep inside, (although I never would admit it), I wanted to lunge at him, grab him by the collar and punch him, punch him until my hands were numb. How dare he act all cool after what he did to my life? After killing my two best friends? How dare he play Casanova! He had no right, no right at all.

You see, denial is a fantastic thing. At first, you actually believe the lies you are telling yourself, and then, you're good for nothing conscience has to kick in. Then, you realise the truth. If it wasn't for my fucking conscience, I wouldn't have been in the position I was in on that very day.

The Next Day

He went home to one of his whores. I knew he would. So damn predictable. Men, Merlin, I hate the sight of them. Play with women's hearts and throw them away like an old rug. Pigs. Arse-holes. Dick-heads. Jerks. Yet, they are beautiful, beautiful creatures.

He got there at four, on the dot. But, my 'character' had to play hard to get. He had to come to me. Fool.

I arrived ten minutes late. Of course.

"I should have known you run on Woman Standard Time"

"Funny, Malfoy, funny"

"Aren't I just?" He thought he was being funny, he thought he was being charming. And then I realised, was my character to fall for this? This pig? This monster?

"Now, Granger, I made us reservations"

"Reservations?"

"Yes, reservations"

He looked down my cleavage. Pig.

"For where might I ask?"

"Your favourite restaurant"

"And how would you know what my favourite restaurant is?"

"I did my research"

As have I.

He took my hand and pulled me out the door. Once we were outside, we apparated (to my surprise) my favourite restaurant.

"We have quite a predicament Malfoy"

"And what is this?"

"This is a formal restaurant"

"Yes, and?"

"I am wearing jean, sandals and a top for the beach"

"I am aware of that"

"So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?"

He was still holding my hand, and he started pulling me towards the door. Once we were inside he walked up to the man that would direct us to the seats.

"Malfoy I presume?" He asked Draco.

"Yes"

"This way please"

And instead of directing us towards the tables, he led us to a door at the end of the hallway.

"Ms. Granger, if you please"

He ushered me into the room and closed the door after me.

"You may have a pick of any of these dresses and shoes. You may keep them after that. For, Mr. Malfoy has already paid for it"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You may have a pick – "

"No, I head exactly what you said. So, I keep the outfit. Malfoy paid for my outfit?"

"Yes"

"I never expected this"

"Take your time ma'am"

He walked out the room, closing the door behind him which left me to wonder through all the hangers. I couldn't believe that Malfoy would do this for me. Sure, he was an arrogant jerk, but I never realised he would go this far to impress a girl…unless he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

And then I realised it.

By buying me dinner, and a (by the looks of it) a very expensive outfit, was he expecting me to do him a 'favour'? What was I, one of his prostitutes? I nearly fell for his trap! I have to play cool.

Then I realised I had an even bigger task in front of me, what was I to wear?

After at least half and hour of searching through hangers and shoe cupboards, I found my perfect outfit. It was green and made out of many different materials. At the top, was a bustier, which ended at my waist and down from my waist was flowing, silky material. I piked out a pair of dark green heels with diamonds on top of them. I had to admit, I did look pretty damn good. I missed dressing up. Every girl likes to do it. But as I said before, I don't have the time anymore for frivolous activities.

I walked out the door to find him in a suit. And he did look handsome. Although, beauty is only skin deep.

"Granger, you look absolutely stunning"

After he said those words, I was transfixed. My whole plan suddenly flew out the window. Hard to get was too hard to play. He wanted me, and I would let him have me, although, not just yet.

"Not to bad yourself, Malfoy"

He took my hand and led me back down the hallway to wear a man directed us to a table that had a view of a lake and the sunset. I had to admit, this was probably the most romantic night of my life. I suddenly had daydreams of him proposing, marriage and children. I shook them from my mind. I was not to be one of his whores.

"So Granger, tell me about yourself"

A/N: Well what do you think? Do you like Herms cynical, or do you want her to be all lovely dovey? I think eventually she shall become the latter…although, it wouldn't hurt to know what you all think.
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